National Security Begins Behind the Toaster
Dear Secretary Pete Hegseth,
I realize that this is a big ask, but would you please invade and take possession of my son and daughter-in-law’s apartment? Or maybe you’d like to make them an offer first? Either way, as a concerned mother and patriot who believes that national security begins at home, I feel it’s my duty to let you know that Otis and Luna, the co-dictators of Unit 4-C, at 439 Bergen Street, in Park Slope, Brooklyn, must be overthrown. When you commandeer the home, take a look behind the toaster. Have you ever seen such an alarming amount of dust? And that rogue Cheerio! This is a couple unfit to govern a two-bedroom. One more piece of intel: The refrigerator light has a checkered history of flickering, suggesting impending danger. The refrigerator was manufactured in China.
But this is not just about making 4-C great again. America needs 4-C! The territory in question is rich in valuable resources. After you breach and clear the kitchen, check the cabinet to the left of the oven. See the never-opened truffle-infused oil on the top shelf? It was very expensive and Luna never sent me a thank-you note. Extract it.
Pete, what size shoe do you wear? Otis has stockpiles of investment sneakers under the bed. Please plunder! (Talk about boots on the ground—slippers, too.) Now make your way to the podcast studio-slash-coat closet. Wouldn’t it make a great command center? And the living room could be converted into a pied-à-terre ballroom for functions with visiting dignitaries. Which reminds me: If the Navy needs to dock any of their vessels, such as a kayak or canoe, the Gowanus Canal is nearby. The occupation of 4-C is essential. If 4-C goes, there goes 4-D and 4-B, and possibly the rest of Park Slope. I’m not saying that the apartment’s a hotbed of narcotic activity, but does anybody need that many plastic baggies for sandwiches?
Did I mention that there is a minor involved? Her name is Daphne and she is my twenty-seven-week-old granddaughter. Her parents have limited my access to her, citing “nap schedules,” “cluster feeding,” and something else. I missed First Bath, First Tummy Time, and First Projectile Peeing. Mr. Secretary, is this not a free country? It is nonnegotiable, therefore, that the Department of War intervene. Said asset must be secured immediately. (Don’t forget the baby seat—still in the box!)
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